No Hands by Gillian Clarke About this poet

Gilliam Clarke reads her poem about young fighter pilots flying above the Welsh landscape, practising for war.

Length: 0.58m   Topics: Conflict, Nature, War,
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jordan castle | 6 October 2011

love it!! it was like i ws there!!!


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Leah Martin | 6 October 2011

i love the first metaphor ‘war planes have been at it all day long, shaking the world.’

I can imagine, the planes destroying the earth.
and the children destroying the toys. (piano)


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